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Not so long ago, you'd
Laugh at foolish things, like
Angels in the snow, you'd
Barely sprouted wings,
Now you seem to have gained
A woman's graceful glow,
A beauty all your own, but
I'm THE LAST TO NOTICE
I recall a constant
Question in your eyes; your
Look has changed to something
Confident and wise.
I feel just like the man
Who's slept through half the show . . .
An act has come and gone, but
I'm THE LAST TO NOTICE
No more cherub, no more "someone's
daughter,"
No more little girl or ingenue . . .
You should play the role of leading lady,
And have I got a part
In mind for you!
I wonder if you see me,
If my gaze belies
This sudden urge to be
Reflected in your eyes . . .
If I've been overlooked,
It would be apropos,
For you have come to life, and
I'm THE LAST TO NOTICE . . .
And if I fell in love, then
Would I be the last to
Know?
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